Census/Diss us
When a census taker tried to quantify me last,
I pushed her old a$$ in the grass,
And slammed the front door,
Screaming, "Don't come 'round here no mo!"
They wanna raise my taxes and gentrify our district,
Then act all surprised when they get cussed out quick,
When they see too many negros,
Suddenly there goes the quality of our roads,
And they never plow or fix $#!+,
My sidewalks look like a gravel and sand pit,
Why hood streets bend rims and break suspensions?
Cuz our tax dollars go from infrastructure to new prisons!
Plus they stop and frisk,
Us "#!@@££*s" and "s%! €$s",
Oh don't get pissed!
They call them "perps" at Police Academy, but it's the same 'ish!
When white folks brag, I get pissed quick,
How they speed without fines and talk their way out of a ticket,
I tried it once, the Officer was like, "Negro please!"
"There's a website on this ticket, now go and pay your fees!"



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my poet, I love the hustle in you and the truth born in you
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From the soul. I can feel the anger
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Truth - unleashed!
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Thanks after vision, Imagination_733, and jlmoore2!
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Very nice
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